Days tumble like streams,
down a hill, through rocky paths,
and sometimes unseen.
I climbed to the top,
and looked down from piles of drafts,
to see one complete.
The rain’s wet the ground,
and has left a peacefulness,
on the trees around.
As complex as simple is.
Days tumble like streams,
down a hill, through rocky paths,
and sometimes unseen.
I climbed to the top,
and looked down from piles of drafts,
to see one complete.
The rain’s wet the ground,
and has left a peacefulness,
on the trees around.